Ultranormal

Category: family

  • baby Brian

    Brian signed “more” today. YAY!

  • Say WHAT?

    I just received a call from the school’s counselor that Max said that an adult hurt him. Heads will role, my friends, heads will role.\
    In reality, the class was talking about being a friend and Max said one time an adult hurt him. After class, the counselor took him to her office and they talked more. He said Aunt H’s friend was wrestling with him and Max’s knees ended up in Max’s face, which he didn’t like. He told Babba, who seemed to handle it. The counselor doesn’t think there is anything more to the story, but she wanted to check it out and let me know anyway, which I agree was the thing to do.

  • Nurse Ratchet to the rescue!

    Ack, I am playing nursemaid to two people today, and one of them isn’t Brian who takes up 80% of my time anyway! Wish us luck.

  • I’m a baaad mom

    I made both of my kids go to bed early tonight. Neither made a fuss about it though.

  • My Boys: Halloween Edition

    My boys, taken by their Aunt Heather. Brian was a dinorsaur and Max was a Reese’s Peanut Butter cup, breaking his three year streak as Spiderman.\
    We’re not sure what kind of dinosaur Brian was. He was either the fearsome Droolosaur, or the tame and cuddly Brianosaur.\
    I’m sorry I missed it all, but they sure were cute. Brian in his costume was one of the cutest things ever.

  • Gore Gore Gore

    And I’m not talking about the 2000 election. Yeah, I’m totally over it by now. This is my favorite picture of my poor ankle. That incision is impressive, isn’t it? It’s three times longer than my ACL scar. It’s longer than Jen’s caesarian scar (she said I should post that bit of info).\
    I’m stuck on the couch for at least another week, foot elevated the whole time, no doing anything except stuff I can do on the couch while drugged up (hence the tag experiments from last night). I wonder what I’ll do tonight when I can’t sleep any more, I’m uncomfortable and I’ve watched all the DVD’s in the house…

  • First Post-Op Appointment

    I went to see Dr. Wilson this morning for my first post-op appointment. I took pictures. Warning, they’re pretty cool (cool = gross).

  • Home

    We’re home, I have a big splint/bandage combination on my leg, and I’m high… high as a kite.\
    Dr. Wilson says everything went well, but I forgot to ask him if I could keep the bone. Stupid oxycontin.\
    I don’t expect to do much for the next couple weeks except watch movies, take a lot of pain pills followed by lots of naps and try not to get bored. I don’t have a lot of experience writing code while on painkillers, but I might try it…\
    Oh, and this was announced today on the microformats list if you’re into that sort of thing. It was a lot of fun coming up with it, and I can’t tell you what product we’re building that drove its creation, but it may be the coolest thing I’ve ever worked on at AOL.\
    More details when I’m less high.

  • Writing About Myself Is Hard

    You’d think that having a blog would have prepared me for this moment. For SxSW, I have to write a short and long bio… about me. You would think that someone who talks as much as I do would be able to come up with a paragraph describing myself. But, every time I start, I get self-conscious about writing about myself in the third person and it goes all Bob Goulet on me. Here’s what I’ve got so far:

    Kevin Lawver is a passionate lover of web standards (which his wife oddly doesn’t mind). He french kisses his CSS and makes sure all his tags are closed so the neighbors don’t gossip. Kevin (that’s me) loves writing valid semantic markup by candlelight, and desperately wishes that Barry White had written a love song about CSS3 Selectors. But, Kevin realizes that it’ll probably be country music that brings us our first song about CSS – and it will unfortunately probably be about adjacent siblings. Kevin longs for the day when all browsers hold hands in harmony and web developers, management and designers all understand and love standards and understand their benefits. Kevin would also really like a cookie.

    What do you think? Too much?

  • Completely irrational but…

    I feel responsible for Kevin’s broken ankle.